Everything we make ourselves do, everything we put ourselves through, there’s no reason for it.
The things we say, the places we go to on dates, the hand holding, the little notes.. we only do these things because that’s all we know about it. That’s what we’ve seen on television and read about in books. That’s the kind of love we’ve been taught, is real. But it’s only action.
And actions might speak louder than words, but feeling means more than actions.
Love means not looking back. Love means holding him, and being afraid. Because you could lose him at any moment, but that fear is what keeps you hanging on. In love, anything goes, and that’s okay.
That’s what is so beautiful about it.